Why ſhould ⟨the⟩ Pea'ant’s heart be cold,
When ⟨Princes⟩' hearts are firm and bold,
They are the head you are the hand,
That ſhou'd defend our Britiſh land,
Go forth with Howe and Elliot true,
The French and Spaniards to ſubdue.Fal &ci
Sweet Alison.
Come all you honest lovers,
and listen to my thame,
For I love a pretty girl,
sweet Alison by name,
Whoe’er knors this lovely creature,
surely they will be as I,
They will love her, they will love her,
else they deserve to die.
For she’s such a loving creature,
that my heart she's ta’en from me,
Tho’ I thought I’d been posses’d o’t,
as firm's most men could be.
She’s not the first maid I have seen,
altho' I love her best.
But she’s mere blythness in her face,
than any of the rest.
Ihe first time that I near her was,
she on me cast a smile;
And whether it was my love or not,
she did my heart beguile.
